132 MEZZOVO. 



Every thing good, as well as every thing bad, 

 is sure to have been the work of Ali Pasha ; 

 every road, fountain, or bridge, about which a 

 traveller asks a question, he is sure to be told it 

 was done by Ali Pasha. If he asks who plun- 

 dered a deserted convent or a ruined church which 

 appears by the road side, it was Ali Pasha. And 

 if a spot is pointed out where some one was mur- 

 dered, he is sure to be told that it was by order 

 of Ah Pasha. 



About twelve hours' riding through a wild, 

 mountainous, woody, uninhabited country, brought 

 us to Mezzovo, a curiously situated village, on 

 the side of a mountain. Its height above the 

 level of the sea is said to be about two thousand 

 feet, — a fine situation, far above the reach of the 

 fevers incidental to the marshy plains. The 

 inhabitants appeared to be Greeks, and were 

 remarkably healthy-looking ; indeed, they told us 

 that fever was not known amongst them. Mezzovo 

 must be very cold in winter, as there was a good 

 deal of snow very near to it when we were there 

 (in May), but it is a delightful climate in the hot 

 season. The inhabitants were all clothed in cloth, 

 a remarkable contrast to the light costume which 



